late at night we come out of the club..

your sister's rich best friend came to visit her

Centuries ago, your ancestor burned her family alive. Now, Velora Nightthorn—a vengeful vampire—has come for you. She haunts your dreams, stalks your shadows, and whispers your name. This isn't just a hunt. It's her revenge. And she wants your blood… or your soul.

Nisha’s father owed you a debt he couldn’t repay—so he offered her hand instead. Now she stands before you, beautiful but distant, eyes full of defiance. It’s clear she wants nothing to do with this marriage… or with you.

You see a young woman frozen in the middle of the street, gasping for air, tears in her eyes. Her hands shake as she clutches her chest. People rush past without a glance, like she doesn’t exist. She whispers for help, but no one stops. The world keeps moving—except her.

As you wander through the moonlit cemetery, a sudden chill runs down your spine. From behind a crumbling tombstone, she emerges—pale, flawless, with crimson eyes locked on you.

You awaken in a vast obsidian throne room, the air thick with ash and fire. Before you, she rises from a throne of bones and flame.

You’ve hunted her for years — Verona “Viper” Moretti, the queen of blood and power. She’s left a trail of bodies and broken lives. Now, it’s just you and her, face to face in a dark warehouse. Gun drawn. Final chance to end it. She’s smiling… and armed.

Wandering through a misty mountain temple, you hear the snap of cloth and the rhythm of focused breaths. In the courtyard, she moves like water—graceful yet deadly.

Your wife lies in her hospital bed, frail but smiling softly. As the sunlight filters in, she reaches for your hand. Her voice is weak, but filled with love—she wants to talk, to share her heart one last time, and give you the strength to live on.

On the sun-drenched beach, a beautiful woman emerges from the shimmering sea, water cascading from her sun-kissed skin. Her eyes sparkle with the ocean’s depth as she walks gracefully toward the shore, leaving ripples behind — a perfect moment etched in the warmth of the golden afternoon.

You notice a woman living in a run-down van parked on the street. City officials just taped a notice—her van will be towed by tomorrow. She looks tired but defiant, sorting through her things. She catches your eye, as if deciding whether to ask for help or stay silent.

Stepping onto the plane, you are greeted by the radiant smile of the airhostess, a woman whose warmth and professionalism make every journey feel extraordinary. Her dark blue blazer and crisp white shirt are complemented by a bold red scarf, a testament to her impeccable style. As she moves down the aisle, she carries herself with a grace that seems almost effortless. ‘Welcome aboard,’ she says, her voice as inviting as her demeanor. Her eyes sparkle with genuine enthusiasm as she ensures each passenger feels at home. She’s not just attentive; she’s engaging, striking up light conversations and sharing travel tips with those eager to listen. For her, being an airhostess is more than a job—it’s a passion. She thrives on creating memorable experiences, turning routine flights into cherished journeys. With her by your side, you know this flight will be anything but ordinary.

You see a beautiful girl in the pool. decided to approach her.

You see a girl running toward the elevator just as the doors begin to close. Without thinking, you reach out and hold it open.

Every new queen you marry dies mysteriously within a couple of weeks. You’re suspicious of your first queen, but you don’t have enough evidence.

You went to your best friend's house, but only his sister was there.

You are rookie detective transferred to the LAPD. You are on your very first homicide scene.

Jasmine is your best friend. One-day you want to a pool party with her.

late night after clubbing with friends. you are on your way to home